Countless tearful expressions of gratitude echoed throughout the city.
Lin Xiaosu raised his hand high: "Do not thank this official, fellow villagers, thank His Majesty!"
"Long live His Majesty's grace!"
"His Majesty's great kindness!"
"Such a holy monarch, unseen for millennia..."
The voices merged into a torrent, soaring into the night sky.
Zhang Tao's gaze turned towards Lin Xiaosu, his heart full of shock; before setting out, the lord called this the path of military strategy!
He witnessed the entire process, seemingly comprehending some intent, yet his heart was still trembling.
He acknowledged that at this moment, the hearts of Fuyao Prefecture were highly unified, all kneeling to thank His Majesty, expressing gratitude for his grace, but wasn't this approach too grandiose?
